That night, for Muse, was a sleepless night, of course, he did not do anything too much, and under Philomena's restless gaze, he sent Philomena back to his room, and went back to sleep. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

For the reader, they are immersed in the dreams of a writer named Rabindranath Tagore.

It was a long dream, and the mysterious writer wrote his thoughts on paper, a whole hundred beautiful words. What an exciting thing to do.

After reading "The Dream of an Admirer", almost all readers sighed from the heart.

"What a happy girl!"

Each text plays beautiful music, elegant and beautiful language, tells of Tagore's love, and the theme of the meaning is never similar to the style of the text.

Let the reader immerse themselves in it and forget the time. Even the books written by Cornelia were set aside and left unnoticed.

On the vicissitudes of the ancient tower, Cornelia looked at the book in her hand in disbelief, her eyes shocked.

Carlisle looked at Cornelia with distress, she didn't care about the loss of the World Tree's buds, this was the gift she wanted to give Cornelia.

"It's... Is that the reason for Master Daurasa?" Cornelia looked bitter, and suddenly she realized how ridiculous she was to dare to question a legend who had climbed to immortality.

"Child, your work is no worse than his, it is nothing more than that he has created new genres that make the reader feel fresh and interesting. Claire reassured.

“... I'm losing!" Cornelia shook her head, serious.

"Cornelia, you don't have to be sad. You are young, and Tagore may be an old man whose knowledge is not comparable to yours. ”

"Teacher, don't comfort me anymore, please rest assured, I won't just admit defeat, next time, I must create better works to defeat him!" Cornelia said firmly.

In the face of failure, Cornelia not only did not get down, but became more and more enthusiastic, and only in the face of pressure can she have the motivation to improve.

Despite this, Carlisle also knows it, but he also understands that if the pressure is too much, it may also destroy a genius. Thankfully, this sad thing didn't happen.

It's not that she doesn't trust her students, it's just that she doesn't want her students to be threatened in the slightest.

The next day, the Literary Society released this month's literary selection in advance.

With precedent, this time, the action of the Literary Society did not cause much repercussions, and almost all readers bought a copy of the Literary Selection.

Although they already know what to do with the winners.

The first work from the literary selection was Rabindranath Tagore's Dream of an Admirer.

In the introduction to the "Dreams of Admirers", it is written: "Thanks to the creator for naming this emerging genre, perhaps there is no more suitable name than this. Let's remember this word that is destined to appear in the history books!]

Turning to the next page, it is the evaluation from the parliamentarians, and it is still a praise that spares no effort.

If the Creator falls in love with the girl, He will definitely create a world where there is no sorrow, no pain, only endless beauty. So, the Creator gave the world to the girl and poured out his love. Thanks to Rabindranath Tagore, he performed this miracle!] from the Daurazak language.

[He is the epitome of literature and art, the miracle of words, all mediocre things will become incomparably wonderful in his hands, I sincerely envy Tagore's girls, he used a hundred beautiful poems to show his love for girls, perhaps, from now on, this will become every girl's dream!] from Vanessa

[It turns out that Tagore's talent is not just a fleeting brilliance like a meteor, he is no longer a brilliant writer, from now on, perhaps we will call him Master Tagore, let us celebrate, the birth of a master, the establishment of a new genre!] from the words of Little.

[Poetry may only have a handful of words.] On behalf of the elves, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to His Excellency Tagore for creating such a wonderful genre, and for skillfully harmonizing music and words!] Selected from the elven master Sarotya.

In the literary selection from the human race, there was an evaluation of the elf race, which is an unprecedented thing.

Of course, not all MPs chose to praise The Dream of the Admiral. Cornelia's work is indeed excellent, even if the limelight is stolen by Tagore, it still has excellent reviews.

[The world of Cornelia's "The War of the Chase" tells a wonderful story, and I vaguely see that it will not be long before a new writer of the history of the Heroic Soul will appear in the literary world!]

["The War of the Chase" is full of blood and hard work, which is what a biography should be, and I am not making these comments about Tagore. In my opinion, poetry may be beautiful, delicate, and full of artistic charm, but after all, it is not the path of literature, only war is the destination!] from the Gorata language.

The writer, Gorata, was a master of the genre of warfare, and his fetters, intrigues, and ideals were all depicted from the side of war.

It is extremely difficult to depict the scenes of countless lives and deaths, and many writers cannot meet this requirement in their lifetimes, even Cornelia's new work can only depict the scene of hundreds of people!

There is a great chance that the works written in this way will be the history of the Heroes, and Gorata is therefore revered as the "Lord of War" by the literary world!

Despite Gorata's comments, sales of The Poems of the Admirer skyrocketed, and the price naturally rose as Tagore wrote the same number of pages as a normal book.

Many civilians expressed their disappointment at the extravagant price. But the sales of "The Dream of the Admirer" have always been sprinting towards legendary sales.

The source of such a high sales of "The Dream of the Admirer" is those girls who are full of romance. The dreams depicted in this book are the most perfect dreams in every girl's mind, and this led to the emergence of Tagore's first supporters!

This is the support of the champions, the foundation that underpins the popularity of a writer. And Tagore, as the author of only two published works, already has his own adherents, which is unprecedented.

However, this turmoil is not over, Dan Lipton, this is one of the most luxurious cities in the Ona Empire, a city of extreme glory.

Nestled in the heart of this bustling city, there is a faculty of letters. In the girls' dormitory, Erin once again reads "The Dream of the Admirer" repeatedly, and her face has a look of fascination.

"It's a shame that if someone were willing to propose to me in such a way, I wouldn't have refused. Erin said enviously.

"It's not easy, the only person in this world who can do this kind of thing is Master Tagore. It's a pity that Master Tagore already has a beloved. If you were to use this as the criterion for your proposal, you would definitely be single for the rest of your life. Heras struck.

"Hmph... I just sigh that these wonderful sentences, just reading them, you can feel the sublimation of the soul!

Ah~ The difference between friendship and love is that friendship means two people and the world, whereas love means two people are the world. Erin churned the verses softly, softly and gently.

"Wonderful words!" agreed Heras.

"As I was reciting this poem, an idea crossed my mind. I'm going to take some of the most beautiful sentences from Tagore's poems and hum them to my lips!"

"For example?" Heras said as he looked at Erin with wide eyes.

"For example... Anxiety calmed down in my heart, like twilight falling in the silence of the mountains. Erin said solemnly.

"Hmm~ is this to say, do you like Tagore now?" Heras quipped with a laugh.

"I'm just curious about what kind of person is going to be able to write these articles. Erin smiled wryly.

"It's not a good omen, haven't you heard that when a girl is curious about a man, she is not far from being caught in it!"

"If Tagore were still single, I would have considered it. ”

Gradually, I don't know who started, people began to express their emotions in poetry, especially in important moments of expressing their hearts, and boys would always use Tagore's verses.

And as the source of it all, Muse had just gotten out of bed and was about to leave the room to make a hearty breakfast, when he found that there was already someone in the kitchen.

Muse's face drew a hint of tenderness, and he reached out to hug the girl who was busy in the kitchen.

"Honey, you woke up so early!"

"It's you oversleeping. Philomena leaned into Musene's arms, smiling happily.

"You said you wanted to teach me how to cook, and I want to learn it as soon as possible. These are not suitable for your hands that write beautiful words, it should be used to create a lot of literature. Philomena stroked Muse's hand and said seriously.

"I've taught you without reservation, but you're too stupid to learn, can you blame me?" said Muse innocently.

"Yes, you've always done everything well, but nothing has progressed in this matter, and I suspect you're hiding your true skills!" Philomena stared at Muse, as if trying to see through Muse's thoughts.

Muse spread his hands helplessly, saying that he had indeed tried his best.